I suppose that with the big “half century” looming before me, it is a great time to begin some reflection. As I contemplated what I wanted to write about in the New Year, one subject kept coming up on top: my horses. Ever since I can remember, I was one of “those” little girls. Each night when other children were saying their prayers which included pleas for toys or dolls, I only prayed for a horse… even a little horse.
One day that wish did come true.
Since I was 7 years old (approximately 43 years in total), I have lived with and loved many horses. At the high point, I owned 47 of these amazing creatures, but today am back down to 2. I have competed in events ranging from speed, to pleasure and even tried my hand at endurance riding. I have tied a goat, turned a barrel and jumped standards while aboard a beautiful grey Saddlebred. I even painted a horse to look like a zebra.
Many of the horses I have trained myself, others have been rehabilitated, but every single one of them has been a joy to share my life with. Some have been used to share my love of riding with
my own children or to teach others to ride themselves. Many of my best friends over the course of these years have come into my life as a result of being on or around a horse. I owe them so much.
When I need a shoulder to cry on, a side to lean on or someone to listen without judgment as I proclaim the way I feel about the world, the constant has always been my equine friends. So, as part of my musing in this blog, I will be introducing you to many of the great horses of my life. Very soon I will begin with Trinket – my very first horse.